God, she was horny. She was dripping so much her panties were ruined.

She was, to put it bluntly, gagging for it.

She sat on the step and tugged the hem of her sundress up her thighs.

She pretended to read a book as she watched the workmen finishing up for the day.

She opened her legs. From this angle, they all could see up her dress.

“That’s it, come, little fishie,” she whispered as she watched one of the men approach her.

She bit her bottom lip and smiled. This would scratch the itch for a while.